Do you not think we spend much of our time 'in transit'?
Nowhere is this more pronounced then when we go on holiday: you pack your bags a week before departure - you are in transit. Departure day arrives make journey to the airport - in transit. Wait at the passport queue - you're in transit. Wait to board the plane. Wait for take-off. Wait for the food trolley to snake its way to you from the bottom of the aisle. Food finished now what? Now wait for stewardess to remove tray. Wait to land. The entire plane journey is a 'filler' for the main event - the holiday destination itself. So you finally arrive at the airport, but the holiday hasn't started yet - cos you need to get to the hotel/resort. So, more transiting to do in airport taxi. Arrive at hotel, elevator ride to your room - in transit. Unpack, feeling hungry, go to a restaurant - more transiting. Arrive in restaurant. Order, wait for meal, eat, wait for it to finish, wait for desert, wait to pay and leave. Back to hotel and go to sleep. Sleep is transiting to get you ready for another days transiting. Wake up. Wait for breakfast. Nearer the end of the holiday you can't wait to go back home! Holiday no longer a holiday but an 'in transit' place from where you go back home.
Go home. Wake up. Make your way to work. In transit on train staring vacantly out of window. Work itself is one full 'in transit' chunk of waiting to go home at 5:30. Evening time. Waiting for TV programme to start. Waiting for it to finish. Read book, waiting for the next page. Always 'in transit'.
On the move
Between places
Moving but never arriving
Mankind fidgety for the next thing
We're all in transit. Our lives are in transit - but in transit to where? To oblivion...
O b l i v i o n -------------> in transit moment called life --------------> O b l i v i o n
